October 3, 2012

 

 

Long after the ravers have raved,

and frolicked and misbehaved,

and left their presence deeply engraved,

the field lies abandoned, alone and afraid.

 

 

 

 

Did you know Pythagoras who lived

down the lane from Cornelius?

I believe you knew Tarquin too.

Well, they popped in today for a brew.

 

 

 

 

Way back when Adam was a lad,

if you had six pence you weren’t half

glad, and oh what joy did a shilling

bring, whilst half a crown, meant

that you were king.

 

 

 

 

 

Like a suspect without an alibi,

to bail, he could wave goodbye.

Like a thief caught out red handed,

in hot fat he would fry.

 

 

October 2, 2012

 

 

At the forefront of ones memory

are times of sheer exhilaration and

times of harrowing pain.

The flotsum and jetsum in the middle,

like a sponge, soaks up the mundane.

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t you just hate imperfection

An unfinished job lingering on.

A niggling fault that comes to light,

long after the workmen have gone.

 

Don’t you just hate imbalance

revealed by a spirit level out of line.

To other people it looks precise,

but to you, it’s anything but fine.

 

 

 

He took her to the Elephant Park,

where they saw piles of fresh steaming dung.

But after hours not sighting an animal,

an unnerving feeling, in the atmosphere, hung!

 

 

 

What one considers is ingenious,

to others, may seem a load of tripe.

What one chooses to eat on the tart side,

others may prefer to taste, when ripe.

 

 

October 1, 2012

 

 

I took a peek into the ‘can’ today,

and the worms were still

there wiggling.

I took a peek into the cupboard too,

and the skeletons were still there

jiggling.

 

 

 

 

 

I love to cuddle up to your squashy bits

on a cold and wintry night.

True, a hot water bottle holds less

complications, but has lost it’s heat by

morning light.

 

 

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